brains were designed for inquiry and
deception, mastery and mazes, economy and sociality. most treacherous hearts—debating
conscience—retired early at core essence;
rusty bearings, winds coughing up
ghosts, minds forming faucets and spigots—shooting into sky silver, old time
affairs, inquisitive souls, watching and seeing and
passing assessment; a life with spirits,
a world with portraits, how many ways are there to communicate? throwing spirit
into its presence, many disputing, needing more
truth, where invisibility is a spy
of our intestines. many developments—into a sinner’s repentance, why must one
know what others are asserting? one is with tales
for years, spacing between visits,
two quite alert to dreams. fantasies filled with flowers, life long
attractions, where two mean more than science, else, a soul is lost in his
fantasy. a glance at times. just
remorse at moments. just silence where reality is harsh, unsteady, and souls
enjoy the dynasty—the suffering, the punishment of the naïve spirit.
one sits with antennae high,
erupting at times, disputing loyalties, curious of the lady in the mirror. a
pet pika moves mountains, sullenness is lethal, a small animal distracts
consciousness; a glass of garnet,
the aftermath of the insidious scheme, one must learn to admire souls; to dream
of designs, to remain detached, if but to experience
aesthetic; by feelings in battle,
to have a certain slant, to need x and y, plus, more and rivers, nearly spaced,
tapering off the loose ends. years of
just listening, watching,
making mistakes, and sensing an exospheric
connection. made humble; never really
understood it; one we might care for—is one in need, a soul treasured, is a
soul with
unique thoughts, cravings, hunches,
suggestions, and a determined direction: it might conflict with everything one
believes in. something is always crystallizing,
this
is the war of men, the pride of
souls; mere khaki pants, a nice blouse, sending souls into many desires; most
curious souls, full to the brim—with options and passions and
spiritual matter. brains are for seeking, dazzled by myriad
attractions, at some critical second, we select, bond, and accept. many rules. many more debates. and life is
action, thinking is division, we
categorize
happiness and joys. we decide to
flit and fly, to hydroplane and haul feelings—memorizing deceit, hurting a part
inside.
